Josie smiled when he said he would, 'Finally.' But then he didn't move. She raised her eyebrows with that strained smile still on her face as he glanced at the shelf and back at him. Did she really have to tell him to do it now. Honestly she was ready to ring this guys neck, he thought he was being so cute and so clever, yeah, low blood sugar Josie is not someone you want to mess with. But apparently no one wanted that to happen as the supermarket supervisor came over and instructed him to 'get' it for her and off he went. Good, he stopped playing since his boss came over.
Actually, she soon learned, it wasn't because his supervisor came over. His supervisor explained the situation to Josie. Oh! It all made sense now, he wasn't trying to be obnoxious or cute or clever, he couldn't help it. She actually felt a little bad about getting so angry, at least she didn't yell, that wouldn't have helped anything. That was so sad...and tempting...very similar to her little weather boy on the journals last night. He soon returned and handed her the chocolate syrup. She picked her basket back up and put all of her items back in it. Only once the syrup was safely placed in her basket she let her eyes flick to his name tag to his face.
"Thank you, Alan," it clicked in her head, it was the same guy. He hadn't been punking her the other day, this is who he really was. Feeling bad about her previous thoughts only reaffirmed what she was tempted to do yesterday. She could consider it her good deed for the year. She was going to fix him, help him function in society a bit better. Sure Jacen didn't appreciate her help, but Alan might, if he didn't...well he should. She was trying to help. But, it wasn't like she was family so the pouting and whining wouldn't work like with Jacen. He was a boy...and older boy...and she was a very pretty girl...of course. Now how to word this in a way that he would get it.
"I remember you, we spoke through the journals yesterday, you told me about it not raining. I really appreciate it, because if my hair gets wet it turns into a frizzy mess," she examined a strand of her perfectly dry straight hair. "Since you helped me with that and now with the chocolate syrup I think I should thank you properly." She moved a bit closer, not too close, didn't want to scare him. She still wasn't sure of the extent of what was wrong with him. Maybe personal space was important to him, "So...how about you and I go out some time. On a date. You know dinner, movies...maybe a little something after...if we are so inclined." She let a flirty smirk settle on her face.